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I wrote this after seeing yet another soldier returning through Wooton Basset.
It's not good enough I'm afraid - but it's posted with love.
Repatriation.
They brought you home in a flag of honour
With prayers of guilt and hymns of shame
They brought you home in quiet confusion
They printed your photo - they spoke your name.
I wasn't there - I didn't go
Some flowers a frozen token
My own small life ticks on and on
A simple appointment broken.
In the middle of the black cloaked crowd
I hear she stood alone
On a dull dark winter-borne morning
I hear they brought you home.
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It's not good enough I'm afraid - but it's posted with love.
Repatriation.
They brought you home in a flag of honour
With prayers of guilt and hymns of shame
They brought you home in quiet confusion
They printed your photo - they spoke your name.
I wasn't there - I didn't go
Some flowers a frozen token
My own small life ticks on and on
A simple appointment broken.
In the middle of the black cloaked crowd
I hear she stood alone
On a dull dark winter-borne morning
I hear they brought you home.
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